It has been a couple years since having posted a literary genre dealing with bridges but this one came into visier most recently that was worth reblogging. And while it is in connection with the bridges of Hull, the poem can be applied to bridges in other cities and regions whose history of connecting two places are well-known- be it in Berlin, between Copenhagen and Sweden, the Golden Gate, Verrazano Narrows and Mackinac Bridges, you name it. This poem’s for you. Enjoy! 🙂
Hull bridges raise their hands to the sky
East and West torn apart
But the twain shall meet again.
For Hull bridges have no feet of stone
Rather limbs that reach.
No city in the world is so apart
And so together.
Apart – together – again and again.
To release those that pass beneath
They raise their arms in joy.
Hull – the unique city on the river
Where every bridge does move
More like living beasts,
Like the leaves of a book,
Like arms that embrace,
They allow passage, commerce and fun.
To release those that pass above
They cross their arms,
They join in a handshake that links
Like no other.
Yet for one short time
They will all raise together
And the city is split,
Like no other in the world.
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